Tiel Aisha AnsariĀ 


Brother Death, won't you walk with me?

The path through the forest is dark.
A bony hand is more comfort than no hand at all.

The rapids roar with white spray.
Your teeth gleam beside me.

The path winds through a tight gut of stone.
Click, clack, say your fingers.

Sun glows on the peak of the mountain before us.
Sparks in the eternal night of your eyesocket.

The angels are arguing about whether I should go on.
You stand silent and motionless.

I drink emptiness from the bowl of the moon.
You have taken the unfinished book from my hand.



Tiel Aisha Ansari is a Sufi warrior poet. Her work has been featured by Fault Lines Poetry, Windfall, KBOO and Prairie Home Companion among others. Her books include Knocking from Inside and High-Voltage Lines. She works as a data analyst for the Portland Public School district and currently serves as president of the Oregon Poetry Association. Visit her online at knockingfrominside.blogspot.com